the only bad thing about marley and me is that it ended almost right after marley died, so everybody (well, me) had to leave the theatre in tears. sob sob. i mean, i can really understand why some people refuse to ever again have a pet dog (or cat, for that matter) after their pet dies. it really is so much heartache to go through all over again. but still, better the pet die first than you to die on the pet... because, after all, it would only be a part of your life, but you would be its entire life. so sad, right?
poor old guybrush who's really getting on in age. :(
if only everyday could be like yesterday.